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Fly Away...
I sit in my Dallas office, whistful after Christmas, in the middle of the concrete jungle...yearning to hear the clarion call of geese and Banjo going on in the night. I put the TRIV website on to watch the header photos scroll by...and suddenly...I am there (thank you Moofus)...I hear the sounds, the laughter, the love from Randy and Dan...George, Reed, & Antonio farting. The sights & sounds of the wild...God's creation in it's "raw" form...I miss you all so much...I will see you soon!
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Rusty, I been worried about you for some time, but if memories of George, Reed, and Antonio farting make you long for 3R, I'm now even more concerned about your olfactory nerves than I have been about your brain.
(Moo, can Rusty say "fart" in a blog, or is he in trouble?)
Anyway, RustMeister, I'm over here on the 27th of December, planning to hunt the wily puddleduck on the 28th and 29th. I will give you a duck report.
Warning to everyone!!! I have not blogged in many days, and I feel the pressure building and an eruption coming. Kinda like when you don't take a sit-down for three weeks. Watch for my blog in which I will tell all about my Stoeger and how it's doing. Has it survived death by pit beating? Just how many coots has Randy really killed? All the news that's fit to print, and some that is not.
Thunder